Chapter 30 Durdafer: I have no objection

"Father Durdafor!"

Looking at the black-robed monks who were crying while holding the fat priest's head, Horn's cerebellum seemed to shrink.

You are a priest, and when it rains heavily you should just stay in the monastery, drink fermented grape juice, and play with little boys!

What on earth are you trying to do running around outside?

The severe dizziness attacked Horn again. He was having difficulty breathing and even his eyelids couldn't stop blinking.

Horn bit the tip of his tongue hard and forced himself to stay awake. He couldn't fall asleep at this critical moment.

"They killed the priests!"

"My God! Arrest them quickly, otherwise the church will definitely blame us."

Some of the refugees started shouting, but Red Beard Townley and other secret agents were unable to take any real action.

If a high-ranking member of the secret party who has a witch guard dies in their hands, all nine lives cannot be saved.

The secret party is quite cruel to traitors.

In the eyes of secret party members such as Townley and Chilvis, this group of people was obviously here to rescue the witch.

However, these secret party leaders were all radicals, and they did not use any mercy in their attacks, and actually beat Durdafo to death.

Now all the original plans were disrupted.

If they take action against this group of secret party members, they will be finished if they are held accountable by the secret party members.

If they let these people go, they would be doomed if the Archbishop of High Castle pursued them.

"Jean, kill them all!" Horn lowered his hoarse voice and spoke in Jeanne's ear.

"No, no."

Horn thought that Jeanna's Madonna syndrome had come back, and whispered, "They have never seen a miracle, so they will definitely mistake you for a witch. Now is not the time to be lenient."

"No, I really can't do it."

It was only then that Horn discovered that Jeanne's body was actually trembling slightly, and even the lightning was much smaller than before.

"It's the aftereffect of the holy water." Jeanna's voice was trembling. "The mental pressure of using the holy water to perform magic is too great. I have a feeling that if I continue to use it, I might lose control."

Why at this time?
Horn almost fainted. He held Jeanne's shoulders and gasped for breath.

At this moment, the remaining villagers in the battle surrounded Horn and protected him in the middle. Except for the two child soldiers René, Duvalon and Jessica, all the other villagers were dead.

More and more refugees came out of the darkness, armed with chains, flails and pitchforks, and holding blazing torches.

Torches were erected in the distant woods, on the paths, and even on the high walls of the monastery.

In just two minutes, the number of refugees increased to more than one hundred.

Originally they were afraid of Jeanne's lightning, but now that there were so many people on their side, they immediately became bolder.

Looking at the frightened and malicious eyes in front of him, Du Valon stepped forward first.

"Listen carefully, everyone. The one next to you is the Eye of the Father, the one possessed by the Father, the son of Myrcella, the Resurrector, the Destroyer of the Devil Rabbits, and the great grandson of the Holy Father - Horn!"

"If you don't want to offend the authority of the Holy Father, then let us, the Holy Father's chosen people, leave immediately!"

Hearing Duvalon's words, the refugees burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha, if you are the chosen ones of the Holy Father, then I am Saint Borei!"

"Where did you come from kid? Don't talk nonsense, or you'll end up in hell."

"Wait, look at his neck!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

At this time, the rain and wind had gradually subsided, and torches were erected, illuminating this small area.

Following Madeline's voice, everyone looked at Horn, who was protected by the Lightning Witch. It was not until this moment that they could really see Horn's face and neck.

No matter how dim the light was, one could still see the dark red thorn scar on the neck of the man in front of him.

This scar...why is it so similar to the stigmata in Myrcella's portrait?

The prophecy of the Chosen One that had been circulating in the Thousand River Valley for hundreds of years popped up in everyone's mind.

"White light on a rainy night, the sorrow of my Lord, grant him the holy marks, the chosen pope!"

There are fifty-one dioceses of various sizes in the empire, with a population of over 100 million. Almost every diocese and every kingdom has produced a pope.

But the only exception is the Thousand River Valley. Since the Thousand River Valley became the territory of the empire, no one has ever been elected as Pope.

Countless people in the Thousand River Valley are looking forward to the day when a Pope of the Thousand River Valley can turn their situation around.

This is why the people of Qianhe Valley love to "offer auspiciousness" and "make pilgrimages".

Even the armed peasants and lords were enthusiastic about the "Children's Crusade", a religious activity with a very low chance of survival.

They were extremely eager to have such a Pope to lead them out of their difficulties!

These visions formed the prophetic songs spoken by Madeleine and others: "White light on a rainy night, the death of our Lord, grant him the holy marks, the chosen pope!"

Look at the person in front of you!
White light on a rainy night. It was a rainy night now, and next to him was the woman with white electric light.

The sorrow of my lord. The only sorrow for Myrcella was the beheading.

He was given the stigmata, but the man in front of him actually had a scar on his neck that looked like a beheaded head had been reattached!

In addition, there was a prophecy made by the blind fortune teller some time ago, which predicted that the Pope would appear in three days and punish the evil Durdafo.

And today is the third day.

As for the punishment, although it is a little heavy, I believe Durdafer will understand it.

He himself has no objection, so what else can others say?

Is the person in front of me really the chosen Pope in the prophecy?

The refugees who were about to pounce stopped and even looked at the young man who was not tall and strong with some reverence and fear.

The Chosen One, has the Chosen One really come?
"This, this, this, no,..." Madeleine, who was wearing a leather cloak, couldn't help but stammer.

But soon, his eyes were filled with tears.

Unlike those cowardly refugees, Madeleine really wanted to punish the greedy priests.

He used to work in the monastery's warehouse, and he knew what kind of life Durdafu led. He knew that Durdafu had enough food for everyone, but he still saved it.

As for the reason, of course it was because of the skyrocketing food prices after the flood receded.

Now the evil Durdafo was overthrown, and the man who overthrew him fulfilled the prophecy in almost every respect.

Having listened to Juanno’s lectures, he knew that the so-called prophecies were actually bubbles.

In his opinion, even if there is a chosen pope, it must be Dean Juanno.

But this miraculous coincidence still made him waver - perhaps, the young man standing next to the lightning in front of him was the legendary Chosen Pope.

"Are you really the Chosen One?"

The field suddenly became quiet. Both the Gulag monastery refugees and Horn himself were waiting for Horn's answer.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Horn lowered his head. It was not that he did not know how to answer, but that he could no longer hold on.

He raised his head with all his strength and nodded at Madeleine, then his eyes went dark and he passed out.

　p.s. Sorry, I made a stupid mistake. I thought I uploaded chapter 30 on schedule, but it was actually just saved in the draft box.

　　
　
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